Sick In Bed
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The common cold Has caught up with me, Someone make me A bowl of chicken soup And I shall perk up In no time! No fun with the Nose running and coughing, Someone get the Kleenexes and drops And I shall be Good as new! No honest, I'm not Playing anyone for a fool, I really am sick; Cut me some slack - Besides, I deserve A day off anyway! |
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Us
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Underneath the cherry tree, The wind blowing her hair; Take me along with you As it waves wherever your heart desires. Underneath the cherry tree, Lips touching yours; lips touching mine, Take me along with you As they take the bitterness away from my tongue. Underneath the cherry tree, Offering her hand; she accepts with tears of joy, The wind blowing her hair, Lips touching yours; lips touching mine. Underneath the cherry tree, Saying vows with loving souls witnessing, The wind blowing her hair, Lips touching yours; lips touching mine. |
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I Miss Those Moments
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We're far apart now; it's as though We can't reach the other anymore, We've disconnected, and should let that go; Though at times I miss those moments. I miss those days when We would say "hello" Without words, we'd smile And our days seemed brighter - At times I wonder what caused this wall. At times I hope and pray This wall would break So we could see eye to eye, Those moments and days would exist once more. If this wall is for the best, Let it be that we should go Separate ways for the better; That it is - though at times I miss those moments and those days. |
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A Remarkable Saint
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Only a child at fourteen, You humbly obeyed Our Mother - And trusted the Virgin's eyes As you carried out what You were meant to fulfill. With a loving heart And soul, you cared for The ill and dying - While the people came to you For hope and a miracle. Because of this, you became A saint; a devoted daughter To God and the Virgin - As well as an angel to your Brothers and sisters of Lourdes. You shall be praised For your mission and gift of love; I shall give the gift To my own kin and perhaps - Give my daughter your name. |
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Truth
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I'll be honest, I never was known to believe - But when I see a mother loving her child, There's no word for the feeling or expression. When I'm about to shoot an animal for sport, I cannot tell the guilt yet relief When I see little ones waiting for her. When compassion is needed, I'm gladly there to give it. When a rainbow appears, I feel nothing - But peace and tranquility coming over me. When I've done wrong, I express My apology and do what I can To make the puzzle fit into one again. But I'll be honest, As God as my witness; I was never known to believe. |
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A Special Place
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I have a special place In my heart for you. No one can see Or touch that spot. You make me feel Secure when I'm with you - You're everything I've Always wanted in a friend. Every time I talk to you, My eyes sparkle in ways They never have - We smile gaily. I've never been So happy before - You're my best friend; I adore you. I promise you - The special place I'll always hold For you. |
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